Ever think that maybe I'm just tired of having to deal? It was bad enough back home, for fuck's sake. Then I wake up here and 'oh, everyone's in a fucking pod, here's the guy that should be dead, go down and play muckglucks and don't tell or else, but that's not a threat, la la'. It's one thing if it's my shit. If it's something I've done. I can handle that. This?

[She reached for her glass, tipping it back and downing half of it.]

This is someone else's shit show.